A cry for help
I cry to you for help, O LORD ;
in the morning my prayer comes before you.
Before you I kneel down and humble myself within
deep inside I long for your touch
I know I love you so very much.
I wake and cry for your love inside
also things that come from above
a whisper,a smell,a breeze in the air,
I long to take your hand in mine
to see your face so divine
how long does the sorrow last
can we just forget the past
You took my pain one day in time
made me yours so true and fine
I love your ways in all my days
I cry out and its not in vein.
Written by:©Betty Bolden
Copyright © Betty Bolden | Year Posted 2013
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